@sparesovereign || cont.
The queen, Magnifico had come to conclude, had a propensity for talking. Respectfully, of course: she had said nothing wrong thus far, and the friendliness exuded in every lilt of her tone, every smile she cast in his direction, gave further evidence of precisely why her kingdom adored her so. He was silent while he let her finish a saga of curiosities. And when she cleared her throat, he supposed that was as good a time as any to finally reply.
โWell, I can't say I know much about how your sister's magic works,โ he admitted. โI do recall hearing she had been born with such power; I was not. Surely that must make a difference.โ Which made him thoughtful, albeit fleeting in the moment, as his attention pulled back to the sister present at his side. โWhen you think about it, someone wishing for snow could very well result in devastation quite similar to what Arendelle faced many years ago. Decidedly undesirable, all things considered.โ
Whether someone had wished for it, King Magnifico declined to elaborate.
A hum rumbled in his chest while his gaze flicked to the mountains, head tilting somewhat as if to better absorb the sight from a new angle. โIs the trek permissible for a queen?โ But his voice was light, the glint in his eyes sportive. โI'd be delighted.โ
